Leslie Ching

Before the Storm Poem by Leslie Ching

Tall stalks of overgrown reedSway with surreal slownessOver the edge of the lake; The water is smooth, Dark, Motionless, Mirroring the stillnessOf the trees towering aboveThat stand guard and wait. Mysterious and vaguely defined, Mere shadow beings they areBehind the heavy veil of fog-Thick and resilient against searching eyes. The forest will keepIts secrets tonight; All is eerily silent, waitingIn the calm before the storm.